It's a while since I posted any poems, so here's one. It isn't a Saint Valentines' Day poem, though I suppose it comes close enough in spirit to how I feel about the day. It's a couple of years old now but it is the first time that it's dared to show its face in public. It's a cheery little number that was originally written as a song.
You can move around the furniture
But the room’s still the same shape
And change everything there is to change
But some changes just won’t take.
You can change your hair, you can change your clothes,
You can even change your name
But when you reach the heart of it
It’s all still just the same.
You can persuade yourself you’re happy
With the way things have worked out
You can convince the whole wide world of it
In a whisper or a shout.
You can lie, deceive, dissemble,
And no-one cares that much
You can use the truth as a weapon
Or you can use it as a crutch.
And in the end it doesn’t matter
If your life was good or bad
In the oceans of humanity
One drop is small and sad
And whether you’re a saint or sinner;
You use your heart or use your head
The simple undisputed truth
Is that still you’ll end up dead.
My official Saint Valentines Day Poem will appear in the next post. It's nearly as cheerful as this one.
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